extradimensional space

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Here is a house.

It is pretty and trim and green-and-cream and really ought not to be able to hold itself up like that, and yet here it is, somehow defying the laws of architecture. It is surrounded by a neatly bordered garden of ornamental and useful plants of all sorts: here vegetables, there herbs, there spell components, there rows of flowers.

There is a sign out front. It says only: Magic. Not, Beware, Magic or Magic Emporium or anything like that. Just: Magic.

Sitting on top of this sign is a cream cat with smoke-dark points of color on each paw, his ears, and his face and tail.

All in all, you could be forgiven for thinking that a witch lives here.

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Sherlock takes right, for efficiency.

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Bella finds a bridge. She's turned around to shout for the princesses to come her way when a watersnake finds her.

Bella's moccasins are not rated for running. She goes sprawling and she's knee-deep in the snake a moment later.

[calendarofcrime]

Sherlock only starts running a split second before Tony, but she passes her on the way.

Disinclined to bring out her sword in close proximity to Bella, she instead hooks her gauntleted hands into the snake's jaws and yanks them apart.

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The snake makes a godawful noise and thrashes a coil around Sherlock, and Bella drags herself away from it. "Mulagarby-rothwick-ulfrancian-shlerastov," she gasps, and her legs recover somewhat from the teeth wounds and she can sit up and scramble a little more effectively. She's lost a moccasin down the snake's gullet.

[calendarofcrime]

All parts of Bella now being out of the snake, Sherlock draws her sword and cuts it in half.

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The snake takes exception to this!

But not for very long.

"Th-thanks," says Bella. "They're usually not that far up the bank."

[calendarofcrime]

"You are welcome," says Sherlock.

[allthebrightest]

Tony arrives, a little out of breath.

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"Rothwick-rothwick-rothwick," Bella mutters, holding her hands together until her legs stop bleeding, and then she does her cleaning spell again, and then she says, "Well, I'm down a shoe, I'm not sorting through snake guts for that thing, I'd sooner walk barefoot."

[calendarofcrime]

"I am sorry to report we haven't any spares," says Sherlock.

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"Barefoot it is," says Bella, peeling off the other moccasin. "They only work as a pair. I'll make more when I get home, I suppose. Eugh. Bad watersnake. Okay, what do I have to get past the rest of them, what do I have... Sherlock, are you okay? Did it get a chance to squeeze you at all?"

[calendarofcrime]

"Not even a dent," she reports serenely.

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"Okay. I don't usually come out this far and the last time I was with Kexan and didn't worry about the snakes, but I have a little powdered mercury-leaf, which I think will make us look like non-food with an associated elf-spell, I'm just not sure about dosage since there's three of us and mercury-leaf is expensive..."

[calendarofcrime]

Sherlock has cleaned her sword, but not sheathed it.

"I will deal with any further snakes," she says.

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"...Okay. Well then. Look! A bridge!" says Bella, laughing a little shakily.

[allthebrightest]

Tony shrugs and heads for it.

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They make it across the bridge without any other snakes trying to turn them into lunch. Bella trips with noticeable frequency, although she does land on soft Enchanted Forest moss and kip up uninjured every time.

[allthebrightest]

"Should I be carrying you the rest of the way?" says Tony, grinning a little.

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"Do you wanna?"

[allthebrightest]

She giggles. "Do you?"

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"Wouldn't say no. You're not a broomstick, far as I know."

[allthebrightest]

"I don't remember ever being compared to one before," she says, laughing.

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"If you were one, I wouldn't let you carry me," Bella says.

[allthebrightest]

"Well, aren't I glad I'm not a broomstick, then," she snorts.

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"That makes it sound like you want to carry me," observes Bella.